Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2008 09:17:21 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  87

Note: The battles on the island are inspired by the now defunct Mirage
arena photo shoots. They were also called something else too but I can't
recall.

TRIO 87


Sole and Justin were almost fully recovered from their ordeal on the
mast. Oren and Leoni did not really know what to do with them but they knew
that one or either or both should be dead by the time Kickai returned.
Kickai hated when others plotted against him. Leoni had no real desire to
kill anyone, he was just Kickai's lover. Oren was just a pirate, not a
blood thirsty one at that. They had just put Justin and Sole back in their
room.

About three weeks after the training of all the new boys and teens, the
ship has found its way to a place the pirates knew well: a small island in
the Pacific. It was here that the pirates, some time, about a year ago,
found a strange circular arena. They didn't know if the arena was put here
by lost Romans, Greeks, or some other lost civilization such as Atlantis or
Mu but they used it. No one else came to this island. The arena was sort of
a stadium with a stone flat center, stone seats flat all about in stacked
rows going upward so that everyone could see the center...sort of a podium
but more like a Roman arena that gladiators fought in.

So taken with Binfo, Kickai made him a crewmember within that those three
weeks. Binfo and the others betted on which ones would live and which ones
would die. Ami was with a spear and introduced the first two fighters who
were ushered down the steps, their arms held tightly by two very muscular
men, both men bald and in loin cloths. Two men per boy. The first two were
the captive with curly brown hair named Dimtri who was to fight the long
brown haired taller boy Maro. Both wore thongs made and tied out of cloth,
nothing else. Pirates exchanged bets as they eyed up the boys. "Do like we
said," Binfo yelled, "And make some poses and get us going before ya
fight!"

The loin cloths the fighters all wore were yellow and were wide open at the
well, at the openings. They didn't cover much. Balls hung out limply,
dangling. Dicks, if aroused would pop out easily. Even if not filled up,
the dicks could be seen, skin and all, uncut, cut, etc. The loin cloths
might not have been worn at all.

Dimitri snarled, "Just remember Binfo, you was one of us, you was!"

Binfo laughed, "Not any longer, long one! And I don't mean your height."
He and the pirates laughed. Kickai just shut his bored eyes.

"Get on with it," Kickai said.

"More bets as the boys pose fer us!"


Over the three weeks, the captives were indoctrinated, even before setting
onto the island. Maro wanted to live so he took to the pirates' every
order, every training, even to ignoring the other boys. He had been a
lively and friendly boy before, very close with
 Dimtri. As the pair posed, he whispered to Dimtri, "The only chance we
have, is if we play their game, no faking it. Only one of us can get out of
here."  Maro knelt down while Dimtri grabbed his own crotch. The pirate
audience went wild. They loved it.

"You mean you'll kill me if you have to, to live," Dimtri spat, "I don't
think I can to you, man."

"Good cause then I will to you," Maro said, straight faced, "I wanna live."

"I do too but not if..."

"Stow the talk!" Binfo yelled.

Kickai, wearing a belt and a blue embroidered jacket he stole off a British
Officer after he gutted him, came to the top of the podium, a top
staircase. His belly and chest stood out from the open jacket. His legs
were built and tight. His body hairless too. He wore a pair of ripped
officer shorts and he waved his swords over his head, "A good show then is
promised by these two young studs!" He sat down and used his own knife to
pick at his own heavily ridged freckly navel. He had hair of brown sun down
to his backside and a large skull and crossbones black hat. Not your
regular pirate captain. A belt buckle hung limply over his waist but didn't
block his navel, hips, or upper legs much.

Smof gave Dimtri a long, thick sword with a thin end point and did the same
for Maro. He then stood back. Rubbing his own belly in anticipation.

Dimtri kept moving his sword from hand to hand, and then stood with it
behind his back. Maro did the same but instead of putting the sword behind
him for long, he took it to the front of his own body and gripped it with
both hands.

Dimtri snarled, "Boy, you really can't wait to kill me, cannya?"

"I wanna live and I wanna see you die, it's the only way I can live, man."

Dimtri heard some of the betting of gold doubloons. He wanted someone to
bet on him so he took his sword and put it under his thong cloth, in
between his cheeks and he rubbed it up and down seductively.

The captain laughed, "Now that one is getting into the spirit of the
thing!"




The curly haired Dimtri heard the horn that Ami blew and knew it was time
to stop the fooling. The kneeling, standing, posing, it was all over and
soon their lives might both be over if they both hurt each other
enough. Dimtri was going to say, "I'll let you kill me," to Maro but he
found Maro's sword point aimed at his chest did things to him. Made him
mad. Angry. He held his sword to Maro's belly button area, stretching out
his right arm. The horn blew again and the pair moved back from each
other. Maro came forward, his hands still both gripping the sword. Was that
the best way to move? Dimtri wondered. To fight with both hands or to use
the other hand to hold an arm or to distract? Dimtri had his sword in his
right hand but quickly threw it to his other hand as Maro circled closer,
 using only his right hand now. Maro moved in and swatted the sword against
Dimtri's sword to cheers from the pirates.

"Kill him, Maro, gut em!"

"Come on long hair, stick that steel in him! I want my share!"

"Come on curly cue, you can do it! Puncture that welps soft belly!"

Dimtri could see Maro's eyes. He knew that Maro meant business and kept
hitting his sword. Dimtri was thrown backward toward the pirate crowd, for
mostly they sat on one side of the stadium. "If only we could run..."

"We can't!" Maro said, "But I can run...run you through!" He lunged but
Dimtri switched hands again and grabbed Maro's arm, pulling it
forward. This made Maro fall bent over a bit.

Dimtri had his chance now. He hefted the long sword directly at the bent
over belly. He noted the scrunched up look of Maro's belly. Rolls of skin
were over each other, not rolls of fat but of flesh and the belly button of
Maro could still be seen. Dimtri used it as a target and plunged that point
right in there.

"Oh no!"

"Yeah! Right in there!"

"Bring it home, Curly Boy!"

"That oughta hurt real good!"

"Plunge, sissy, plunge!"


Dimtri felt good and he knew that he liked the feel better than he thought
he would. The feel that his sword point was on something, something alive,
something meaty or almost meaty. The surprised look on Maro's face and then
Maro's eyes closing from the pain. He stuck the point in and had plenty of
room to continue. He drove it on in and moved closer, taking a step at
Maro, who was going down to his hands and knees. Maro's sword fallen. "Not
yet," Dimtri scolded him, "First take it out your back! Your bare vee
back!" Dimtri liked the feel of cutting through Maro's interior and was
equally hard when his point found air outside Maro's bony back. He could
have sworn his sword nicked Maro's spinal cord and cut some nerves. Maro
continued his fall over. Dimtri moved closer and put a hand on Maro's hip,
"I'm the one, kiddo." With a victorious pull out, Dimtri jerked the sword
fully out of Maro, who's belly flew out with it and knocked him to his
knees fully but arched his back out a bit. Maro stood, even with all the
pain and the groaning. He was able to stand up again but one look at his
belly blood and intestines within the hole, Maro fell to his hands and
knees again like a dog on all fours. Dimtri raised his sword over his head
and smiled. He won! "I win! I win!"

The pirates were going wild by now and a few, the svelt captain included,
were jerking themselves to a forthy ending, spurting over the arena so that
their cum landed on Dimtri's chest and dripped down to his front and pooled
in his navel. It spent some time there before slippin out a bit and drpping
down to the loin cloth and his penis beneath, which was wavering in the
sunshine of the day. Dimtri didn't re alize it but his penis had exploded
when he cut into Maro that deeply. The pirates did and laughed. This made
Dimtri realize it. He looked down and laughed loudly. Then he turned to the
boy whose belly he had screwed up so badly.

Maro was still on all fours.

Ami laughed, "Give it up, Maro, douche!" A while cloud of cum filled Ami's
own dark belly. His penis was squirting out of his loin cloth top.

Maro held his hand to his belly and it went into it, gone. He took it out
and some gore came out with it, including some wirey things.

Dimtri stood over him and swiped his sword high in the air and down at
Maro's shoulder. This made Maro tip over and fall onto his back. Maro
jerked to try to stand up again! Everyone yelled at this! They were so
happy to see this. Dimtri stood over him and put his feet to either side of
Maro's hips. He raised his sword high. Then he smiled and did something he
didn't expect he would do either. He put his foot on Maro's hip. And the
other foot too on the other hip. This made Maro's sensual belly stretch out
so that the pool of blood and gore on the belly button, or former belly
button, was emptied out now. Just reddish flesh remained and Dimtri could
see in the hole now. He slung the sword straight down with a victory grunt,
"DIEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Pinned like that between the feet, Maro's pelvis could do
nothing but host the long sword. Maro took it into himself and to his
credit, did n't die even from that right away. Pirates were betting on how
many minutes it would take for him to die. Dimtri shook the sword up and
down as it lay with its point in the long haired boy, his hair smeared
across his forehead and a bit over one eye. Then Dimtri unstuck Maro who
flopped a few times, grunting to the air. Maro's penis unbridled itself
from his panchy (for he was big!) Loin cloth and shot out, covering
Dimtri's legs with loads of cum. Bash! Bom! Fum! Fume! Splotch! Then all
was still as Maro huffed his last and rolled over once Dimtri let him by
getting off his hips. Dimitri rose his arms in the air, one hand holding
the blooded weapon. He smiled and said, "YEAH!!!!!!!"

On the ship, Justin and Sole tried to look out their cabin window, a small
thing that was level with the ship's deck. "I think it's a ship..."




"No," they heard Oren tell, in a loud voice, to others, almost sounding as
if he were talking to them, "It's a rowboat...with two small boys on
board..."

Listening to the crew, Sole and Justin found out that two small boys, one
aged 7, and named Kelli, and his brother, Iokus, age 4, were hauled on
board, treated fairly well, fed, and then locked up in the captain's
cabin. From the scuttlebug, they also learned Kickai never killed kids,
certainly not kids this young. But what worried Sole was that their was
talk among some of the slimiest cre wmembers of doing obsence things with
these very young boys. Sole turned to Justin, "We've got to do something."

"Again with the we've got to do something!!!"  Justin pouted and sat down
on a bunk, folded his arms and said, "I won't budge. Hell no, I won't go."

"But they...they're just kids. Little boys..."

Justin looked, "I want to be a little boy again. I know how to kill almost
50 guys at once now thanks to that stupid Captain..."

"So isn't that good? Doesn't it feel powerful?"

"NO!"  Justin stated, "Cause they all know how to do that...."

"Oh so it's all about you again? Okay, okay, be a coward and stick up for
just yourself..."

Justin hawgkufmmed.

Sole puffed and sat next to him and put an arm around his bare back, "Okay,
okay, I know that's not true. You're not a coward...but co'mon. Those boys
can't be older than what? 7 and 4? Maybe? Do you want to see them...."

Justin nodded, and snapped, "NO!"  He stood up violently, "NO! ALLRIGHT! I
DON'T! I DON'T!"

"I have a plan."

"Again?"  Justin rolled his eyes. Again. "Sigh."

Back on the island...


A tall impervious looking long bodied boy was playing with his thick long
sword, putting it through his flimsy yellow loin cloth. He was thick
bellied and yet had skinny arms but nice bulging biceps. Muscle men pushed
a smaller figure forward, then Binfo announced, "Jams."  The boy had a
blond spikey bit in the center of his head and brown-ish hair on the
sides. He had green eyes and he looked nervous but he, being pushed into
the arena, began to play with his sword too, rubbing it through his loin
cloth, making it divulge its secrets and elongating it. He and the tall boy
with black hair smiled at each other. Jams gulped. The horn was blown and
wet at the dick, Jams moved at the tall boy Durango, who had curvy abs,
dark and mysterious, not fat, not overly muscled. But with a triangular
navel with the apex standing alone and inward somewhat, in contrast to the
bottom which stood outward a bit. And it was big and inside it seemed to
curve from bottom to top inward again like a slide at a water amusement
park. Jams eyed it and made it his target. He'd get it, he was sure of
that. He met the sword of Durango and they battled. Jams knew he was out
stronged. He pressed backward as Durango pushed him forward. Jams ducked
and let Durango pass by, then he slit a small cut in Durango's lower
leg. Durango gulped and gasped and Jams turned to stab him in the gut but
he had to get in front of him first so he tried for the back. As he raised
his sword, Durango got a nice turn in and turning, jabbed the sword
directly into Jams' waiting, pliable soft belly button and it gave in as
Durango pushed and pushed. The sword went through a bit and Durango gave it
another good inward motion. Jams went down. Durango tugged at the metal
hilt Jams came with it but finally Durango managed to get the long long
sword out and it felt good to him as it disconnected from Jams' smooth
skin. Jams felt the goodness too and the leaving of metal from skin made
him jump, his hips jerking, his dick hard and up and up. Wetter and ready
to EXPLODE. Jams went to his knees and put his head down. He
swallowed. Durango looked at Dimitri, who smiled at him. Kickai put his
thumb down. Stefo snickered. Sok and Lokeen drooled with anticipation. Jams
tilted his head up and in that move, met the eyes of his slayer, the great
Durango, who was so full of himself, chest out, ribs out, shoulders back.
Pride all over. Strutting his stuff. But in the moment when he locked eyes
with Jams, both youths shared a full understanding. Jams smiled. He nodded
and lowered his head, bearing the pain. Durango scooped using both hands on
the sword hilt now. He scooped so that the major part of the sword slid
against and cut the belly of Jams as Jams went to hands and knees. The
belly was scooped and a big patch of it was now missing from Jams'
otherwise perferct skin and belly, smooth and wet, tanned to a fine peace
color. Jams put his head down again and his face met sand as he fully lost
control of his arms and hands and went down, his butt sticking up in the
air. Durango kicked it and made hip gyrations at it. It refused to go down
so Durango kicked it from the side of the butt and Jams fell over sideways.
Durango stood over Jams, the boy's body under him, between his legs. He
nodded and made a PFFFFST face to suggest that anyone even suggesting that
HE would be beaten by this unable opponent was a fool. As if. He stabbed
his sword down, extending his arm fully and turning his wrist a bit so that
the sideways body of Jams would get a full brunt of the point in his
guts. Jams shook and shook himself off the point, shivering even in this
heat. He struggled to breath, lost control of all motion of his body,
shivered some more and huffed with each shiver. His hips went up and down
sideways as if he were trying to get up.

"As if," Durango stated and undid the sword by spiraling it like a
corkscrew. He then kicked Jams onto his back and the boy was giving up the
ghost when Durango stabbed him again, this time bending over some
more. Jams was dead and Durango undid him and held up his sword and his
other hand, "YEAH! I'M THE GREATEST! TRY N BEAT ME! JUST TRY!"

Sok lost money on this one. Stefo won it. Lokeen lost. He always bet on the
little guys since he knew sometimes a little guy could gut a big guy. But
more often than no t...Binfo collected money from Morcan.


"STEP UP TO THE PLATE, BOYYYYYY, I TAKE ALL UNCOMERS!"  Durango overdid
it. Dimitri was brought back in and and Durango paced around each other,
Durango getting a bit more quiet. He knew Dimitri could slay and slay
well. The circled each other, rubbing their crotches with their hands and
then putting swords to each other's bellies. They backed away and the horn
was blown, enough for the preliminaries. And foreplay. Durango's dick was
up and straight up to his navel, tightly out of the thin yellow loin cloth.

Dimtri came at him and Durango sidestepped and kicked. Dimtri fell but
Durango came at him anyway. Dimitri was on his back but he used his hands
to push off the ground and kick both feet into Durango's bigger
frame. Durango was kicked down now and Dimitri got up quickly and leveled
his sword at Durango nice triangle button. He placed it there as Durango
recovered and breathed hard. Durango looked at his belly which heaved up
and down with Dimitri's swords just laying in his gut hole. He looked down
at it awaiting the pain and the pleasure. One came, the other didn't. For
Durango, his eyes on his dick which stood up like a tower now against the
hypotenuse of Dimitri's sword, was using this as a distraction. Dimitri
looked at the penis, and he was the one all proud now, cause he thought, NO
HE KNEW HE WON. "You lose this time, this uncomer is ginna make you
 cum from your dick by jabbing it right in that nice ole hole o' yours. Now
are you ready to die?"

"Suck me first man, or stab me then suck me? Will you do that for me?"  As
he asked this, Durango had his sword in hand at this side, he could feel
it's metal against his butt cheek on the sand.

Dimitri pressed the sword a bit, "After I FUCKIN F'RIP IT IN THERE, THAT
TRIANGULAR BELLY GUT OF YOURS! THEN I'LL DO YA ALL WHICH WAY!"  Then he
came to realize he was cumming as he cam, for it was then he knew the pain
that Durango would not have. For Durango slowly and carefully ploughed his
sword up into Dimitri's belly button and stuck him. Dimtri sucked air in
and out as if he were a stuck pig and he sort of hung there on the
sword. He put his arms out, lettting go of his own sword. The sword dangled
for a second in Durango's belly button but then fell. As it did, it fell
toward Durango's free hand. Dimitri put his arms out as if trying to fly
away. He tried to back off but his lower body was not sure what to do. It
wanted to back off and did a bit, hips bent, yet it knew by backing off it
would lose parts of itself to the sword coming out of it. "Nnnnnn, n'mmmm,
that feells like my dick stuck me in my belly..."

"Dick? Mine's harder!"  Durango jerked it a bit more and then with th e
hilt of the other sword, the one he caught as it fell, almost into his own
hand, jabbed the full blade upward at Dimitri's navel too. The swords met
there and Dimitri did a jiggle dance on the end of two blades, both in the
same spot...his...  "Fucking navel!!!!!"

"My navel!"  Dimitri gasped and held his sides, felt up the swords in there
and beyond, rubbed the swords and his dick spat thickly, fluid
ooze. Chunks. Durango ignored it for he was really into stabbing Dimtri
now. He slowly bent his upper body and as he did he moved his flexing arms
to plunge into Dimtri more. He stood, one rose, one fell. Dimitri lost his
guts out his back in two different places. "OHGOD!"



"NOW WE SEE WHO IT IS WHO DIES!!!"  Durango snapped.

Kickai looked to his side from his stone altar seat, "Stefo, in the throes
of death and pleasure, one says the goofiest things, does one not?"

Stefo merely nodded.

Sok came near to them, "But one dies well and the other wears victory even
better."

It was true. Dimitri sunk but kept up a long time. So long it was long
enough for Durango to stand fully and then kneel along with the rapidly
sinking Dimitri. He mocked him, raised his eyebrows, and made fake sad
faces at him, frowning his mouth as if to say "Oh poor Dimtri."  In fact he
did say it.  0A

For his part, Dimitri took it all in well. "Don't feel
baddduuUh. OhOhnunnnnughtfuck."  Dimitri fell onto Durango's bronze
shoulder and Durango shook it off.  Dimitri was alive a lot longer. He
swallowed, "I won't trade it, wouldn't trade this encounter with you...."

Durango's dick exploded all over Dimitri's bare skin hips and up his flexor
muscles to his button area. Cum covered the whole pelvis. Dimitri's hips
shook again, "You begged for it in there," Durango said, and he shoved the
swords so that both popped out so far that the hilt was against Dimtri's
bare belly, smoothly taking it. Cold metal. Hot steel inside, cold
outside. "Cold in there?"

"Wouldn't trade it for anything in the whirlllllll....duh."  And with that
last duh, he died.

Kickai took some money from almost all the other pirates and in a non
caring, inexpressive way, he let the money fall over him. "I'm bored."  Was
all he said.

Sok shrugged, "I like it."

Kickai yawned, "He's in. He's one of us now. Next..."

TO BE CONTINUED...